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Chapter 67 - Immortal Mist and Iron Legs

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Chapter: Immortal Mist and Iron Legs

Lin Yuan woke beneath the Soul Tree, throat sore from last night's cultivation.

> "Tea," he rasped.

Lady An quietly handed him a warm porcelain cup. He sipped slowly, then bit into a chilled soul fruit. The sweetness numbed the ache in his soul.

Later that morning, he looked up from his scroll and asked:

> "Is there a shop that sells light?"

Lady Mingyan appeared behind him, brows slightly furrowed.

> "Are you planning to illuminate the secret realm?"

> "Yes. I want something that helps me feel the flow of soul energy… without breaking concentration."

After a long silence, she handed him a small pouch—heavy with spiritual weight.

> "127,000 high-grade spirit stones," she said. "Our last savings. Use it well."

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Lin Yuan stepped into the bustling market of Crescent Cloud City.

He passed lantern vendors, crystal charm merchants, and spirit beast stalls. Finally, in a shop carved into a silverwood tree, he found it.

Immortal Mist Flame (仙雾焰)—a spiritual fog sealed inside a gourd. When opened, it glowed faintly and reacted to qi like moonlight over foggy waters.

> "It doesn't blind," the old shopkeeper said, "it reveals."

Lin Yuan nodded and paid the full price.

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That evening, Lin Yuan and his four mothers entered a deep forest. Lady An stayed by his side while the others went hunting spirit beasts.

Bugs and mosquitos swarmed him—drawn to his blooming soul aura.

> "Can I… eat them?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow.

Lady An chuckled. "Don't chew. Absorb their soul fragments. Visualize threads of soul around you, and pull."

Within moments, dozens of bugs dropped mid-flight. Then hundreds.

A pile of corpses surrounded him. He shivered.

> "Gross," he muttered.

> "Efficient," Lady An corrected.

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They gathered soul fruit through the forest night. Lin Yuan absorbed every fragment, healing the damage left by Soul Shaking Roar practice.

> "Don't shout," Lady Mingyan had told him earlier. "It's not about volume. Roar with your soul—your voice is just the echo."

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After returning, Lin Yuan drank Evergreen-infused tea by the Soul Tree.

Prince Xuanyuan Cheng stepped out of the formation, glowing with sun qi.

They sat under the luminous boughs and played Stone-String Beast Chess, laughed over dumb jokes, then fell asleep with the flicker of Immortal Mist Flame around them.

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In the mornings, they ran.

Both bore heavy weight seals—Lin Yuan with 1,000 kg, the prince with 400 kg and climbing.

Their footsteps thundered like distant drums.

They drank 500 bottles of spiritual water in a single day.

By noon, they devoured only meat—pure, unseasoned, spirit beast flesh to recover essence.

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One afternoon:

> "Prince," Lin Yuan said, "do you want to purify your soul?"

> "More than anything."

Lin Yuan smiled faintly. He take Soul-Devouring Ant Then fifty.

> "Let them damage your soul slightly. Then we'll rebuild it stronger."

> "This is madness," the prince whispered. "But it's working…"

He gritted his teeth. For every sting, Lin Yuan fed him healing fruit, guiding his breathing and circulation.

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Later, they sparred.

Lin Yuan proposed a challenge:

> "You can use your whole body. I'll use only my legs."

The prince scoffed. Then punched Lin Yuan's chest.

CLANG!

His fist met an invisible wall—Imperial Armor.

> "You cheat!" he howled.

> "You're a prince. You're supposed to complain.!"

They laughed. They fought again. And again. For two full months, they trained, burned, healed, and grew.

The prince almost lost 120 kg.Lose skin need to feel up with muscle. But it can only be possible with caltivaton.

His body now pulsed with pure Sun Essence, and he could manipulate fire with thought alone.His fighting skills very good. They can fight evenly matched.

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But then one day, he came to Lin Yuan with his head bowed.

> "I don't have any more money…"

Lin Yuan didn't laugh. He looked at his friend, thinner, stronger, still stubborn—and nodded.

>"Do you want me to return. I need to go home too. "

> "You don't need to feel ashamed.I think you don't need me anymore.Just stop eating sweets and if you want to eat something sweet just eat fruits. Our journey isn't over.Let me tell you something no one knows in our sect. I am face blind.I was waiting to maybe I can see your face."

They walked away from the mansion under a rising sun.

The price say "I sent the payment to your sect. Let's go to a auction. I will let you buy anything you want." Lin Yuan ask, "Where you will get money for that? "

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